I'm In My Room Alone

Such desperate dissonance
Prowls in my heart's shadow
And there, somewhere in the mechanics
Of a twinge-torn, singe-worn
Core of passion
A spear of precision

And here, somewhere in the tempered alloys
Of the distinct and of what masterful maelstroms allow

desperate plays separate
In an infinite attempt
To veil and vanish
The feline zeal
Kneading the strings in my chest
Making needing
Of one god-gifted
Blessed